Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Brooke's body is still twisted at the bottom of the stairs. Her limbs are too still. Like

a marionette with her strings cut.

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I don't even realize I've stopped breathing until my lungs start burning. I blink. Once. Twice. My brain is still back there hands fisting in each other's hair, her nails scraping my skin like a feral cat, the sick sound of her foot slipping-then that crack at the end.

My blood's rushing too loud in my ears. I can't focus. Can't think. Can't explain. And then-

"Taryn."

His voice. Deep. Cutting.

I don't realize I'm holding my breath until Enoch's scent slams into me like a fucking freight train-cedarwood and rain and something darker, hotter, wild like the way his eyes used to burn into mine before I ruined everything.

I feel him before I see him.

Fuck.

Shivers run down my spine. I don't know whether I should run downstairs or even follow Brooke in her wake. Maybe then I'd be able to escape.

Goddess, let the floor swallow me up.

I whip around. Enoch's already at the bottom of the stairs, one hand clenched into

a fist at his side, the other twitching like he's one second away from losing it. His eyes-those goddamn forest green eyes-aren't looking at Brooke. They're locked

on me.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Enoch, I didn't-I didn't push her. She just-I was trying to get my phone back and she slipped, and I swear I didn't-"

My throat is dry and I can't stop the way my chest rises, falls, then rises again like I'm breathing through a straw. My vision's tunneling. The guilt, the fear, the complete what the fuck of everything I've just done is clawing at my skin.

And then-he moves.

I flinch, instinctively bracing for a reaction, a roar, a something-but his arms are suddenly around me. I should explain. I should tell him she slipped, that I was just grabbing my phone, that her claws came out first, not mine.

"She's-she's slipped and-and... I didn't-I..." I try to let it out, but stuttering doesn;t help when my breath is ragged and I could feel my lungs closing in. I can't follow my breath and blood is getting to my head,

"I'll take care of it," he murmurs, voice low and rough, vibrating through my bones. "You don't have to say anything. I know it wasn't you."

...What?

My body stiffens. My hands are caught between our chests. My brain's lagging two seconds behind.

"Enoch-"

"She's still breathing," he says. "Barely. But she'll live."

I look down. Brooke's still out cold. Blood trickles from the side of her mouth. Her

leg's bent weird. I immediately look away before I throw up.

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Enoch's grip tighten around me, pressing his hand on the back of my neck so I'm deeper in his chest. I wanna cry, I wanna tell Enoch what I heard from Brooke.

But my mouth won't work. My brain's glitching out. I'm frozen, heart stuttering against his chest like I'm the one who tumbled down the stairs, not Brooke. He presses a kiss to my forehead. It's the kind of thing he used to do when we were still pretending we didn't feel this twisted, fucked-up magnetism pulling us together. A si fall of a sudden, the panic attack inside of me slowly rests and I could breathe properly.

But now? After everything? It hits different. Colder. Hotter. More dangerous.

curling around my jaw

motionless body at the foot of the stairs. Her hair's splayed out like a damn crime scene photo, blood seeping from somewhere near her scalp.

go unconscious like

fall must've been

Shit.

Shitshitshit.

my chest is getting tighter, lungs shrinking like there's not enough oxygen

came at

word crashes over me

voice isn't yelling. That's the worst part. It's soft. Controlled.

closer. "You're coming with me.

on my leg is stinging more than it should.

"Fuck," Enoch hisses.

growls. His jaw ticks. And then-just like that-he crouches and lifts me

up against his chest, my breath catching as I cling to him instinctively.

him into a spiral. "It's just a scratch," I manage, half- embarrassed, half-furious at

now.

doesn't respond. Just strides past Brooke like she's a stain on the carpet. His grip tightens when we pass Jacob, who's just arriving at the scene

care of her," Enoch

not dead, right?” I mutter,

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look like really, Taryn? but nods once. "Breathing.

attempted murder is off the

For now.

his suite open like

us, and strides

is dramatic as

of porcelain or whatever metaphor people

"Stay"

not

You're worse. You're a

to throw herself into dangerall

He grabs a first

I mutter as he kneels beside the bed, pulling my leg into

me

Of

beside the bed

this is foreplay. Patch each other up.

of antiseptic in his hand

He's not calm.

Not even close.

me. I flinch at the sting and

can sit back while you let someone touch you like that?" His

because I was grabbing my phone

darkens. "Wrong

Christ," I mutter, pushing at his shoulder. "You can't just go

chick tried to catfight

"You're mine."

My breath catches.

"Don't," I whisper.

go back," I say quickly. "There's still evidence

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the Maldives. I know she was under Brooke.

"You're not going anywhere."

turns

"Enoch-"

to my shoulder, hot and heavy,

mattress like it's nothing.

"Stay."

slices through me like ice. Not just dominant. Not

alpha. It's king.

in my spine goes straight. My